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Thursday, 5 May 2011

I've been particularly lax with... well everything the last few weeks and my weight has steadily climbed up again. So I'm above my target weight again. I can't begin to articulate how much the inability to find a balance is frustrating me. And I know it is something I'll just have to deal with as I'm always going to have an odd relationship with my weight.

But I really have had a particularly mixed week. During the day time my food has been good choices, normal portions, but then at night I just seem to have been letting myself go, not looking at my portion size and eating loads of chocolate and drinking loads of wine. I don't think I can even blame it on Easter - because we don't do anything for easter other than eat eggs.

I should have had a big gain this week, but I think the run on Monday (I know, 2 posts in 2 days, madness, especially considering the sheer amount of uni work I have to do) was my saving grace.

So I know I need to catch a grip and sort myself out before anymore weight comes on. I also know that I need something to work towards. So I've decided to make that my first ever sunshine holiday (i normally do city breaks) which is in Costa del something or other in Spain, in July. I also have my birthday then too. I would like to be back down at my lowest weight, but more importantly, I want to be able to fit into this dress which I bought recently from Dunnes for my birthday / holidays.

It won't zip all the way up at the minute - gutting.

Other than using this blog to hold myself accountable, I'm participating in a smaller for summer challenge that my good friend Lesley is organising, which basically what it says, a collection of people wanting to get smaller for the summer & a wee support group in there too.

From this mornings weight I have 9lbs to lose and about 12 weeks to do it. Very achievable. I am both paper tracking and using the esource. This week I know will be difficult because it is Gavin's birthday, and we're going away on Sunday to Tuesday - which mean I'm going to miss my weightwatchers meeting. And then we have my sister's 21st birthday too. So it will be a tough week, but there is no point in saying I'll wait until I get back from all that because even more damage will be done by then. I plan on enjoying my break away. But hope to try and make some good decisions. I'm also debating blogging when away with my meals. But we'll see when we get there.

Hoping to swap the likes of this (oh hell was this good-but the ok decision cus it was thin base, low fat cheese and bunged with zero hero veg!)

with this (which was so awesome in a different way to the Dominos)

Another thing I've been thinking about is again also related to the run I did on Monday. I was so shocked by my speed, and I keep wondering what it was that made me get that personal best, and I have been thinking that the terrain was flat, as opposed to the treadmill or hills I would run at home. I also got thinking that maybe without music I'm more aware of myself? And somehow must have helped?

But most of all it was my mental attitude. I really wasn't expecting anything great because of all these blocks, my hayfever, my cold, my injuries, the weather. All those blocks weren't as physical as I thought, they were more mental, and holding me back. Shocked me coming to that realisation even though I've read many other bloggers come to similar epiphanies. I'm going to try be as positive about myself in the coming months because I am way too harsh on myself which makes me want to do daft things.

Anyway, I digress, I need to get back to uni work, make lunch and go to work.

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

It was last Thursday I went to the City Hall and collected my race pack. I actually couldn't find the advertised expo, so I just collected the pack, took a photo of the huge trainer in the grounds of city hall, and went to work.

Other than the usual junk like adverts, the tote bag gave me my event tshirt, my bib number and the official event program.

The weekend leading to the run was a bit of a mix. I have a cold, I have hayfever, and of course the three different injury prone problems in both my legs. But I had my last physio appointment and I was told I should be grand if I just listen to my body, and if it wants to stop I need to stop and just walk the rest. So that was my aim. All I wanted was the following:

to actually finish the run, having ran as much of it as possible.

to not come in last.

to complete it in 45 minutes.

Quite achievable. Right?

A lot of you will know I've been looking forward to the day for about 6 months. I've had it booked off work, and made rough plans of what I wanted to do after it - picnic, cinema, dinner and or drinks. Unfortunately that didn't happen. Gavin went to a 5-a-side tournament so I went home after my run and fixed my laptop all by myself!

Anyway, back to the day itself. I almost didn't do it. My cold was driving me mad and breathing was difficult when at rest on the sofa. But I made a pro-con list and decided there was no way I couldn't do it. I would walk the entire thing if I had to.

So the day itself came, we were up by 7.30 and at the city hall for coming up to 9am. It was then the stress began. The stewards were useless and actually lied to us, twice. Over where we were meant to be. Instead of just saying "look, my job is just to make sure no one goes past this wee bit of tape - if you go around there someone else might actually know" - no, that wasn't the case. After being sent round to the back of city hall where there was no one. We met this lady with her bit of tape who told us to go to an area we had just walked past that had about 20 people not in the race floating about. She then told us that there was hundreds of thousands there. Right. Whatever crazy lady. Stressful for me who is easily stressed. We went back to where I originally was and sure enough the original steward who was still there was lining up the start line for my run. So instead of saying, just stand about here, you'll be starting shortly. I was sent to the other side of Donegal Square. Beyond infuriating. I could have missed the freaking start!

(I'm fully aware I'm taking this run seriously for a fun run. And I've had a few people ask why didn't I do the relay. I'll tell you why. I had no one to do the relay with & at the minute I'm advised not to run more than 10k at once. That's that!)

Gavin still annoyed with the lack of organisation / communication

Here we are at my starting line, Gav with my Superman bag and QUB hoodie.

Taking pictures of some buildings around me

Me and my bib

The start line

City Hall

And the run began, I only managed to take two photos on the run, because not too far into it the SD card on my phone became corrupt and it's only taken me until now to be able to rescue them on my pc.

This was taken just as we turned to run up the tow path.

And I loved the quote on the gable end of this house

Onwards I ran, with no music, so I couldn't judge my pace at all. I was overtaking a fair amount of people, and those who overtook me, I did later run past myself. For the most part it felt good. At one point my lungs feeling like they were about to collapse in on themselves (hence a stop and then getting back into a jog). Despite my injury prone legs, my cold, my hayfever and the incredibly hot weather (seriously -was that the hottest day of the year so far? It must have been) I ran most of the route, stopping to walk twice, and each time for no more than 30-60 seconds. I sneezed most of the route, a nice fellow runner offering me a tissue out of his wee bumbag. And the finish line came up a lot quicker than I expected. I sprinted the last of the stretch, happily got given my water, finishing certificate - and a packet of crisps.

Although it was alluded that there would be an official time for the funrun, there wasn't, I've since complained and that piece of misleading info has been removed. I did set the timer on my watch/HRM as I set off. The reason I wanted an official time was because my actual time seems to unbelievable. 28minutes, 34 seconds. That means my pace is 9mins 32secs. I've never, ever done a run that well. Ever. Even last summer before the injuries I was a strict 10-11 min mile person! And in the training for this I've been a steady 14 minutes per mile.

I cannot believe I smashed my personal best and for a while I doubted the distance on the course, but I checked it out with imapmyrun and sure enough it is, and I did it in that time. I am beyond happy with myself, despite all the crap I thought that would hold me back. I couldn't be happier! I suppose the route is very flat ground - but still. I'm so chuffed.

Throughout the entire run I was trying to keep my eyes open for the official photographers, just to wave at one. But I didn't see them at all. Alas. And so the official photos are nothing special. I don't think I can legally stick them up here, so I'll link to them You cane see them here (link opens in a different window) I look like a dude in them haha. I like the first picture because it looks like the 'V' shape that geese fly in,the second one my face looks scary - are they my cheekbones? and the third picture my legs look like my daddys! haha. I'd love to download the pictures but alas I do not have £24.99 for the three. Maybe sometime? If they keep them up.

I took the next few pictures with Gavin's phone after I was sitting down and had sorted out my bleeding ankle and trying to regulate my breathing

And from there I went home! Here is my certificate of completion:

And then on Tuesday I got the paper to be nosey at everyones times.

I'm so pleased with myself. And there is still time (actually for the next 3 months) for you to sponsor me if you want through justgiving (link to my justgiving site will open in another window). You can use your credit or debit card or a paypal account. It's all entirely safe and for the NI hospice (the adults one). Even just a few pennys can do an amazing amount.

So the next run I get to do is the race for life at the end of the month! I can't wait!

Sarah xx

PS. for those that have asked, yes my legs are killing me since. Been soaked, iced and ibruphened since. Still ache though- but it was worth it. A definate NSV!